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A reminder, if one was ever needed, of how great and deeply respected Zimbabwean traditional music truly is. Chiwoniso Maraire’s father, Professor Dumisani Maraire, was a renowned music professor both in America and in Zimbabwe. His music continues to be taught in American schools to this day, which should put us to shame as Zimbabweans for not preserving and celebrating his legacy at home. This performance of Vamudhara (Mapfeka Marengenya) took place at Smithtown High School East in New York. While some ignorant Black Africans/Zimbabweans think that their music and culture are backward, people in America and Europe are not only learning about them but are also being examined and earning degrees in understanding them.

The positive impact of having a present father; I was lucky because I am the last born in a family of five siblings. The age gap between me and my brother Blessing was nine years, so I grew up alone with my parents, with all their attention focused on me. My father was a very thoughtful man, born in 1920. His father, Chin’ono, had three wives, and my grandmother, vaDhiriza, was the third wife. My father was the first and only one among my grandfather’s children to go to school, he was also the last born. He trained at Mt Selinda and became a civil servant. He always wanted the best for me. Those who grew up in Murewa will remember that when I was in Grade Three, I would sometimes ride his Honda 70 motorcycle to school. These last-born privileges followed me into adulthood. When I was thirty, after moving back to Zimbabwe, I bought a house in Chisipite. My mother had passed away, so I convinced my father to move in with me, and he eventually agreed. One Saturday morning, the gardener did something that upset me, and I shouted at him. My father observed quietly and said nothing. That evening, after dinner, he called me to the dining room and we sat at the table. “Mwanangu,” he said. “Dai mukomana webasa anga akangwara nekudzidza sewe, angadai asiri gardener.” Translation: “My son,” he said. “If the boy working here were as clever and educated as you, he wouldn’t be a gardener.” He went on to remind me how I used to ride a motorcycle to school when I was just ten years old, in Grade Three. There was no real risk of accidents; we lived not far from the school and used what was essentially a private road. He spoke of what attending top schools like Fletcher did for my development, and then gently reminded me that the gardener never had such privileges. He said his understanding of the world would naturally be different from mine. In that moment, it hit me. I was not better than the gardener, I was just more fortunate. I had parents who believed in education, who had the means to send me to good schools, and who filled my world with structure and opportunity. He didn’t. And so I realised that intelligence is everywhere, but opportunity is not. Life had offered me a different lens, not because I had earned it as a child, but because others had made sacrifices for me. It taught me that before I judge anyone’s actions or capacity, I must ask myself what they were given to start with. Every day, I miss my father. I miss my mother too, because they shaped my values in ways that contributed to my success. And more than anything, I thank them for teaching me that kindness must always walk ahead of pride, and that we honour our privilege not by flaunting it, but by understanding those who never had it. It also reminded me how lucky I was to have a present and thoughtful father, too many children grow up without that anchor, because far too many men abandon the very children they bring into this world. Too many people we engage with here come from broken homes. Too many have not had the privilege I had, of having a present father who showed me love and was responsible. Be mindful of how you react to some people here; many are hurting, carrying a lifetime of emotional baggage. Side-step when you are a victim of that misplaced anger. Some people may have degrees, but they lack empathy—they were never taught how to be responsible adults. Men, fatherhood is not about paying fees; it is about being present, consistent, and emotionally available. That love which my father gave me is what helped me transition from the dusty streets of Murewa to Harvard University, and to becoming a two-time African Journalist of the Year. I would never have achieved it without my father being present. Rest in Peace Dad.

If the majority of Zimbabweans are clever, they will realise that the best thing that ever happened to ZANUPF is Nelson Chamisa. An opposition leader who runs in an election, is rigged, does nothing, waits for another election, is rigged again, says he has resigned, probably returns again in 2028 as an independent candidate, loses again—and the cycle continues. I do not think such enabling behaviour reflects a country with very clever people, where an opposition leader sits in silence while corruption is exposed, yet tweets about trains. A man who says nothing when the most corrosive law of our time, which bans civil society, is passed without him saying a word! Is that what we now call CLEVERNESS in Zimbabwe?🤣🤣🤣

Zimbabwe’s greatest reggae dancehall singer, Winky D, has released one of the best reggae songs ever written by a Zimbabwean artist, titled Propaganda. Winky D is the people’s musical voice—he sings about the suffering of Zimbabweans and goes against the grain of artists who sing to please the regime. The song was produced by one of the biggest international reggae sound system selectors and music producers, Dynamq (real name Kennedy Ongele Lorya), who originally comes from South Sudan. Winky D has an Extended Play album called Pabho, and you can purchase or stream it through the following platforms: Qobuz, Apple Music, or Amazon Music. More life to this lyrical genius who has become the conscience of the nation’s youths! Propaganda link👇🏿 youtu.be/UScy08GG_ko?si=CAFU…

He violated his constitution and they took advantage of that

I have just arrived at the Commonwealth headquarters in London, where I will have discussions with the Commonwealth Assistant Secretary-General about the political persecution and outrageous detention of Zimbabwean journalist and political prisoner Blessed Mhlanga. Journalism is not illegal, and it is not a crime under the Zimbabwean constitution. When journalists are detained for exposing corruption, the whole society suffers. Engaging in discussions with the Commonwealth Assistant Secretary-General in London provides an international platform to raise awareness about the ongoing political persecution, intimidation and incarceration of journalists who expose corruption in Zimbabwe. Journalists play a vital role in society by uncovering corruption, holding those in power accountable, and ensuring that the public has access to accurate information. When journalists are silenced or imprisoned for doing their job, it not only violates their fundamental human rights, which are enshrined in the Zimbabwean constitution, but also erodes the very foundations of a free and democratic society. #FreeBlessedMhlanga